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I tried it once, alright? Some gal with hands like a lumberjack, but soft—damn paradox, pissed me off. Slipped oil everywhere, smelt like lavender and sin. Felt good, sure, but I’m sittin’ there thinkin’, “This is bullshit, I coulda chopped wood instead.” Then—boom—she hits a spot, and I’m Jordan Belfort yellin’, “The show goes on!” in my head. Surprised me, hated that. Don’t like losin’ control, but fuck, it worked.

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Building is in the beginning stages of reconstruction. Artifacts found there are old, creepy and the place smells. But we enjoyed the tour guide who was.

Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ few know. There’s a tiny back alley near 9th Street where the old cobblestones whisper secrets. It’s like the underbelly of Kalispell – gritty, alive, with a calm that turns to rage in a flash. I’ve been here when the vibes hit too hard, and man, it changed me.

Kalispell holds annual St. Patrick’s Day parade